I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant “Amen,”
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn’t free.
-Kelly Strong
Very well done Bebe.
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Hello Bebe,
What a touchingly timely post. Our freedoms often come at a high price. We should be thankful to those prepared to pay it.
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Such a chilling line.
That TAPS had meant “Amen,”
In Lafayette, a farmer has put a cross on his land for every person killed in Iraq and there are just hills of these crosses and it really is heartbreaking
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I left a comment the other day but it’s not here, I need to work o my follow through with the comment box. Missed you!
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